The Devil went to Jamaica
He was looking to sell some weed
He was doin’ fine, they were standing in line
It was excellent weed indeed
He came across a young man who was likewise peddling pot
And the devil slid down the beach and said “boy let me tell you what
I guess you kinda figured I’m a reefer head of course
And after all this time, I guess that I’m a conessuire of sorts
Now your stuff smells ok, but this can tranquilize a hourse
I bet a million in cash against your stash 'cause I think mine’s better then yours.”
The boy said my names Johnny and you ain’t smoked nothing yet
One hit of this grass’ll kick your ass, you got yourself a bet."
Johnny role a ball of hash and make sure its the bomb
Cause the devils got the kinda stuff they smoke in vietnam
You’ll get a million smackaroos in cash if you can cope
But if you can’t the devil gets your dope
The devil packed a bong with a little [Acapulco gold
And rosin flew from his fingertips as he fired up his bowl
He filled that chamber all the way and he took a mighty hit
And as they passed it back and forth it gave them both a coughing fit
